#you can tell that my brain is running on fumes rn

[bolithesenate]

Hi bored, I'm Anon! (couldn't resist the dad joke)

JEDI MASTER ANO(O)N BONDARA??!

i couldn't resist either

[l0n3ly-gh0st205]

Heyo Stranger, if you are like doing request rn can We get more white beard pirate's with child!reader crumbs pls 😌

A/n: Oh my days; ABSOLUTELY ANON!!!! Crumbs are my favorite hehe

Sorry, I responded so late; getting into the vibe of my second quarter at college and dealing with some personal stuff on the side, but! im here to feed the found family enjoyers! (also, I still love my college. It's super fun but stressful! I may post some of my assignments, but we are still in fundamentals rn)

Enjoy! :D

Child!Reader with the WBP!!

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So, in previous posts, I mentioned that Marco and Thatch found a baby in a storm… but don't get me wrong, they're stupid enough to adopt a kid off the streets accidentally.

Obviously, in the new world and on the grand line, there are some not-so-great families/ pirates, so I don't think it's out of the question if a female crew member gets pregnant on a ship for them to, perhaps, dump their unwanted child on a random island and expect them to die or smth

And if the island had a town, then they’d most likely be living on the streets since it’s just another mouth to feed, and no one wants to put a strain on their already delicately crafted lives

But moving on from the sad stuff

Imagine if a toddler reader, just hungry and wanting some clothes for the winter, notices a new ship in the port and tries to steal some food and clothes

And, of course, a lil bby can't really steal too well, either falling into a barrel or easily getting caught by the crew…

Lucky for you, the white beard pirates have a soft spot for kids :D

God, just imagining thatch holding up this scrappy little baby, probably crying big fat tears from getting in trouble, up to white beard being like, ‘So what are we doing with this?’

And white beards’ parental instincts immediately kick in.

So yeah new little sibling :D’

I headcanon Ace as being the previously youngest crew member… so when i tell you he was SO happy someone else was now the ‘baby’ of the family it's insane

Would absolutely pick on you for everything, your age? Lil bby. Your height? Short stack. Hell you could drop a fruit on the floor on accident and ace will make fun of it

But even if he’s a little mean at times he’ll absolutely adore a younger sibling.

Like i imagine that he’ll look at you as kind of away to make up for some of the mean things he did to Luffy when they were young, and to make up for Sabo’s absence, so he’ll be the most defensive on your behalf if someone other than him starts picking on you

but on a little angstier note, that doesn't mean that Ace warmed up to you in the beginning

you were found by the crew shortly after ace was forced joined, and he was still in his lil emo era of hating everything and everyone

So while you were blossoming with all the love and affection your new family was giving you, Ace refused to see you, or any other whitebeard pirates, as his family.

you were probably one of the only reasons why Ace warmed up to the whitebeard pirates, and became so fiercely loyal to them to begin with though

but it was a slow process, and you probably got hurt a bit trying to befriend ace (kinda like luffy in the beginning((i may make a fic of this)))

but once he did warm up to you, and accepted his role as white beard pirate, oh boy!!!!!

will absolutely take care of you and try to mend any damage he did while he was pushing you away, big warm cuddle pile with lots of soft apologize and pinky promises will always be the antidote

also, i dont really need to mention this but ace is warm!! so if reader is still a baby baby, then alot of times when ace was available he’d be incharge of calming you down, since his hold was basically like a big warm blanket that would put you right to sleep

A/n: sorry this is super short, my brain is running on fumes but im still trying to crank out my own artistic stuff inbetween college work, and also trying to get a business and help my room mates animation studio get off the ground

but if you enjoyed this feel free to reblog and comment! i love reading comments!

also my requests are open!

[quitealotofsodapop]

So Mk gets surprise eggo because of paint and confined space and lack of food? Imagine that he has no idea what’s wrong with him, he goes to Lao Tzu, and when Lao Tzu goes “congrats on the baby” Everyone just kinda stops.

And Mk bursts into tears so loudly that all of heaven can hear. He’s all “I can’t have a baby, it’s too dangerous!” And “I’m not ready!” Pigsy and Wukong are trying to comfort him, and the poor boys is just a sobbing mess.

And Lao Tzu is just standing there like “?????”

Sorry MK XD You're getting Egged

Bonus Anon asks:

Referencing this post where someone pointed out that MK could theoretically create a Stone Egg + the sequel that pointed out that he'd most likely do it on accident.

I could see this most likely happening in the Canon! verse since I bet the other au MK's would be more wary of Stone Egg mishaps. But I could 100% see it happening in the SlowBoiled au since that causes more drama.

And as much as I love the idea of MK becoming *ahem* egg'd as the result of a bad guy's plans or a huge catarosphe, I think it would fit more if MK did it completely on accident.

So the idea:

Post S3 MK decides that he needs some "Me time" and takes a break from work and training after the whole "Saving the world from a bone demon"-thing. He just needs some time to shut off completely from his responsibilities in the city. His friends understand and wish him well, even though they're worried since MK won't tell him *Where* he's taking a break to.

"Where" turns out to be a cool cave-let MK found while exploring FFM during S2 with no Monkey King to hover over him. Its quiet, it's secluded, its completely off-grid... But MK just can't relax. His brain is all busy, and everytime he sleeps he sees Her.

So he starts painting. And drawing. And using charcoal. Maybe a little rough pottery with the muddy clay-like stuff in the water? And soon enough he's looking like his Artist Clone with how caked in material he is.

In liu of going to sleep and risking terrible bone demon nightmares, MK meditates like how he saw the Monkey King do. In these moments his thoughts wander into deep, dark teritory. Real "call of the void"-type of thoughts.... hey should he eat something? It's been... oh gosh Pigsy's gonna killl him if he doesn't at least text to tell him how his sabbatical is going.

After his inpromtu vacation is up, MK feels... really gross? Maybe thats cus he hasn't really washed or slept or ate, or spoken to anyone in all that time. Weird.

Pigsy asks him how long it's been since MK last ate a full meal, and huffs with disappointment at his nervous laugh before pouring his son a bowl of noodles.

Bouts of nausea and dizziness follow MK everywhere afterwards. He had no idea why - paint fumes maybe? Did some toxic chemical seep into his skin? Did he get sick somehow from isolating himself in that cave? Is that Jin and Yin trying to take over the city?

At somepoint in the utter chaos of S4 likely as the rest of the gang are recieving training from Subodhi; a certain alchemist meets MK to whisper a few questions into his ear.

Lao Tzu: "I was told that you've been experiencing extreme power fluctuations for the last few weeks. May I run a few test to rule out any abnormalities?"

MK: "Oh cool, no probs! Just don't put me in that furnace thing-y."

(*a few tests later*)

Lao Tzu: "Ok great news, it's not a curse or medical problem."

MK: "Phew! Then why is my body feels like its "glitching" all the time?"

Lao Tzu: "Thats a decaying glamour spell. Its likely that you had one affixed to you shortly before you were given up by your creators."

MK: "Glamour spell...? Wait, then what about my powers wigging out?"

Lao Tzu: "Oh thats easy. You're just pregnant."

MK (has not Done the Do): "What!?"

Mere seconds after Lao Tzu gives the diagnosis - MK just starts bawling.

He doesn't want this! Not now! He does want to have kid while all This is going on! The world might be ending for Buddha's sake!

MK is having a million panic attacks rn. He wants to have kids, so many, but only in the *Future*! When he's like semi-retired and has a protege of his own to take over the monkey business- HEY WAIT, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!?!

Subodhi has to drop the big lore that MK is a Stone Monkey - capable of reproducing asexually under extreme circumstances, in order to clear up the whole immaculate conception part.

Then Lao Tzu has to tell MK that the Stone Egg he carries will likely Kill him since he's (mostly) mortal.

MK starts crying before deciding to tackle the issue Later.

Ofc MK simply doesn't want his family to worry about him what with all this Brotherhood stuff going on... so he just keeps quiet for now.

His family are going to find out soon though. And by Guanyin, Pigsy is gonna freak.

Macaque (and later Wukong), just need to sniff MK once after they reunite to notice whats up.

Wukong offers to grab some No-Baby Spring Water immediately if MK doesnt want to keep the Egg. Macaque briefly panics thinking that the kid got knocked up the old-fashioned way... only to panic harder when he and Wukong determine it to be a Solo-Made Stone Egg(!!!). Cue two panicking fellow Stone Monkeys making MK feel even worse about his conflicted feelings on the matter.

Pls add on what you think so far! :3

[dimlylittorch]

okay, i may—or may not—have an idea regarding your archivist!reader and simon🫣

what is he’d find some other soldiers on base either not talking nice bout them or being kinda mean/teasing towards them?

what would he do heheh?

i mean, he already said they don’t know how to treat someone like them…

(just me brain rotting over my pookies🫣)

omg yes!!! literal brain rot over simon and his archivist (the whole concept of an archivist reader is so self indulgent bc im a history major in university rn and im planning on having some kind of similar job😭)

okay, so! how simon would react:

I think it would definitely depend on who they are, and what they said.

-Let’s say it’s something small, but mean nonetheless. ‘how did a chubby piece of work like that get a job on base?’ Simon is def annoyed, but he doesn’t take it TOO seriously bc he knows it’s kind of a fair question, just not asked in a nice way. People weren’t used to seeing soft people on base!! You were a little anomaly- one he adored. If a new recruit said that, he definitely has Price give them extra work and training. If someone higher up said that, he pulls them aside and has a chat with them himself. ‘Learn to act like an adult and watch your bloody mouth’ may or may not pin them up against a locker to make sure his point gets across

-now let’s say it’s something just outright uncalled for. ‘now we know why the cafeteria keeps running out of food..’ Simon is absolutely fuming. If it’s a new recruit, he finds out when they’re alone next and seeks them out, ruffing them up a decent bit so they get the message. If it’s a higher ranking person, he knows if he wants to make an impact, he needs to get Price involved. Tells Price he needs to demote them/fire them/cut their salary- whatever Price will agree to. Price is confused, but Simon plays the ‘you’ve known me for long enough to trust my judgment’ card.

-now.. if someone ever lays a hand on you? Shoves you aside, trips you because they think it’s funny.. Simon has no issue taking physical action, making sure they end up in the infirmary for a good while, getting Soap and Gaz to help him come up with some excuse as to what happened to the asshole

-if anyone ever says anything about you and Simon’s relationship (once it’s public), he very much likes to show you off. Not in a ‘look at my property’ way, more in a ‘look at the one person who can absolutely control me’ way. Makes sure people see when you gently pull his chin down to kiss him, him giving in immediately and letting you do what you want with him. Will always be touching you in some shape or form, especially likes to hold a part of you that he knows most people make not find attractive. A gentle hand on your stomach as he wraps his arm around your waist, tracing the fat of your upper arm when you sit next to him as he holds his arm around your shoulders.. loves to prove that everyone that you absolutely deserve every shred of attention he gives you

-and if it ever happens that you know of his tendencies to get upset.. you get him to take it down a peg. He instead gets Soap to prank the bastards who mess with you constantly, Soap putting weird stuff in their bunks, messing them up during training

-there is def soap, gaz, and price solidarity with you and Simon :)) one big happy family😭

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

mac i am so sorry to enter ur inbox with more qsmp but oh my god. qcellbit update. so he talked to bagi. his sister. he still doesn't remember her. he still needs time to process everything but she said she's waited fifteen years so she can wait a few more days. i'm crying and sobbing rn. also he doesn't even fucking remember what he did to get thrown in prison, all he knows is that he was killing people to survive one day and another he was behind bars. i'm UNWELL!!! he got called in to talk to cucurucho (the fuckin THING that's kind of the federation mascot and it tortured cellbit with a chainsaw months ago FUCK CUCURUCHO ALL MY HOMIES HATE CUCURUCHO) and he was just. fucking tired. yesterday he messed with the feds quite publicly and cucurucho questioned him about it and he said "i don't care what you do to me, you can torture me, i don't care. i just want my family back, i want a future with them. just give me peace. let me rest." HE SOUNDED SO FUCKING TIRED. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HE WAS SAYING UNTIL SOMEONE POSTED A TRANSLATION BUT HE SOUNDED SO SO SAD. AND NOW CELLBIT HIMSELF IS GOING TO TWITCHCON SO QCELLBIT IS TAKING A WEEK LONG DEPRESSION NAP. MAC CAN U HEAR ME. I'M UNWELL. I'M LOSING IT. THIS IS ME RN

anyway. hows ur day. i might go watch some steven universe bc i have been meaning 2 rewatch it (or adventure time!!!! one of the two for sure) take a short break from binge watching hannibal 2 watch a silly funny cartoon :3 also still trying to make my way thru marble hornets again it's just such an insane series 2 rewatch u know but i'm getting there!!! sorry i am just currently lying on the floor in my brain thinking about qsmp i had 2 tell u what happened 2 ur blorbo in law today

NEVER APOLOGIZE TO ME ABOUT PUTTING STUFF IN MY INBOX I LOVE GETTING MAIL I LOVE LEARNING THROUGH OSMOSIS I LOVE LISTENING 2 PPL TALK ATBT THINGS THEY LOVE

that sounss aboslutely DEVASTATING btw. oh my god. so the whole thing is like.. she remembers him but he doesnt remember her ?? GODDDD thats so upsetting. im glad hes getting 2 take a nap even if it is a depression one sigh. oh man oh man i love this.

my day was! good i think! i have not had a day to reat since my whole job shadow debacle last week so im kimd of running on fumes BUT . i have off work tmw so im gonna get a haircut and feel all good about everything. and maybe work on some art bc im now caught up to my pre prepped invertober images and i have a couple other time sensitive things like that. ougah. we keep truckin. ive got a huge backlog of youtube videos to watch from last week + beginning of this week i cannot Wait to get thru those and also watch more adventure time !! bc i have offically gotten to Stakes (a marcelone centric mini series) and it is one of my favorite eras ever. i love you vampire lore!!!

[kadssp-main]

Not completely sure who all you write for but perhaps reader taking care or albedo, venti, and Childe? Separately of course but I just thought it’d be really cute for reader to take care of them for once considering I don’t see it much. Ty!!

Genshin men and their s/o taking care of them

A/N: when i tell you that you picked basically my top three favorite characters in genshin,,,, brobrobrobrbrbro- i love this idea!!! thank you sm for requesting anon<33 UPDATE: I READ THIS WRONG AS YOU REQUESTING READER TAKING CARE OF THEM IF THEY WERE SICK,,, I LITERALLY DONT KNOW HOW I MISREAD IT BUT IM SO SORRY

warnings: nothing but fluff and some crack, swearing listen i call them mfs when they act like one, reverse comfort, Childe is referred to as Ajax, Childe basically gives himself food poisoning

Characters: Albedo, Venti, Childe

reader is gender neutral!

written assuming it’s already an established relationship between reader and each character

Albedo

bro i swear he will try to deny that he’s sick

yk maybe its just me but like cmon you think he wouldnt try?

even if his nose is stuffy as he blows into a tissue and stiffles a cough,,, he’d still try to just, “i’m fine, dear. i have field studies to run today.” because he doesnt want you to worry about him :((

stop him before he reaches the front door and drag him back to bed rn.

also want to take a moment to say,,,, CAN HE EVEN GET SICK????? he’s made of chalk and he’s on dragonspine constantly i mean surely he’s either constantly sick,,, or he’s built up an immunity to the cold and the exposure of dragonspine. but lets just say he was doing experiments,, accidentally dropped said experiment and the fumes in the vial was not meant to be consumed or smelled in any way and got into his system which is why you now have a sick ‘bedo in front of you trying to get past you to the front door.

you simply refuse to let him leave as you gently push him to your shared bedroom to lie down in bed, bringing the soft blankets up to his shoulders as you touch his forehead.

his face is slightly sweaty from the heat of his rising temperature and you sigh to yourself before walking out of the room, returning with a glass of water and medicine he made specially with alchemy for a boosted effect for if either of you got sick. is that how it works

he’ll be more willing to obey now as you stay near him, making sure he doesn’t try to get up to go write papers or conduct experiments. his fever getting to him as he eventually falls into slumber, you smile to yourself as you place a cool rag on his forehead.

his soft features relaxed as he slept breathing softly through his mouth due to his stuffy lil nose, you got up and went into the kitchen quietly to make him soup so he had something to eat that day.

in the middle of stirring the pot full of the warm and delicious liquid you heard the soft thumps of footsteps nearing you, turning to look at the owner of the sounds you saw a sight you rarely get to see.

albedo’s hair disheveled and messy from his tossing and turning in his sleep, his eyes drooping ever so slightly due to exhaustion. he coughs into his elbow as he nears you, but stops with his arms out in the air as he looks at you as if confused by his own actions.

”I probably shouldn’t—“ Too late, you hugged him anyways which he gladly accepted as he tried to smell what you were making.

With another small sniffle you softly walked him back to bed, explaining that you were just about to bring him the soup and you don’t fail to notice the look of adoration he gives you as you tell him while tucking his body back into the soft bed.

you turn the stovetop off, moving the pot and taking a small bowl to have some of the soup in. your feet glide across the floorboards as you enter the bedroom, moving the small rocking chair he uses for reading close to the bed as you take a seat in it next to him.

poor ‘bedo’s heart swells at your kind gesture and his brain lags when he goes to reach for the bowl with a small ‘thank you’ only for you to pull it away from him, keeping it against your lap as you take a small amount onto a spoon and hold it up near his face.

”no, ‘bedo i’m going to take care of you, so you can get better soon.” you smiled, hesitantly he accepts the spoonful of soup, the warmth engulfing his mouth and throat in a pleasant feeling as the taste lingers on his tongue while he patiently waits for each bite.

you catch yourself giggling at the sight of the chief alchemist waiting for each spoonful of soup like a small child, and your gaze softens when he’s finished the soup and whispers,

”thank you, my dear. i intend to repay your kindness after i’ve recovered.“

Venti

NONONO BECAUSE YOU CAN’T TELL ME HE WOULDN’T ACCIDENTALLY MAKE HIMSELF SICK WITH HIS COLD AND WILD WINDS THAT HE BLOWS AROUND CONSTANTLY AS HE PLAYS HIS LYRE OR EVEN WHEN HE’S BORED/MESSING WITH YOU.

you cant tell me he wouldnt. you cannot convince me this mf hasn’t made himself sick AT LEAST ONCE with his own gusting winds and strong breezes,, especially if it was already cold outside to begin with.

now the entire time he’s sick,,,,, i feel sorry for you because he’d literally act like a child. he’s just annoyed you won’t let him go out into the world with you until he’s better

he’s probably tried to fake feeling better but it failed tragically because his voice was hoarse due to his sore throat as he coughed out an excuse.

”i’m okay, really, my dandelion. i’m all better now see?”

yeah, no,,, we heard you try to not sneeze as you spoke, go back and lie down in bed.

his recovery i’d say is probably pretty fast? he’s still an archon so i feel like sickness wouldn’t affect him all that badly, despite his childish behavior during the whole process. it’s just hard to keep him in one place for him to even rest properly or take medicine that’s much needed.

”there is no need for that… disgusting vial of syrup, my dandelion. i’m perfectly fine! look at me!”

”venti… it’s just medicine and i can tell you’re trying to not cough right now.”

the fact you have to force your boyfriend to take medicine LMAO

IM SORRY I WONT BULLY IM NOT GONNA BULLY VENTI HERE I SWEAR

after forcing the poor archon to take the medicine, you return the small glass bottle back in it’s original location before going back into the bedroom. playfully rolling your eyes as he ”coughs away the disgusting taste”

you sit on the side of bed and place your hand on top of his and shake your head with a small laugh that catches the bard’s attention.

”what are you laughing at? is my weakened state bring joy to your day?” You shook your head and smiled at him, touching the messy braids hanging on both sides of his face before looking up into his bright eyes as his mouth was turned into a small pout.

”no but you acting like a child is very amusing.” you snickered receiving a fake-hurt look from venti as he huffed and crossed his arms looking in the opposite direction of you causing his braids to sway from your hand by the action.

you giggle at his behavior once more and turn to the nightstand beside you, picking up a small book about fairytales and repositioning yourself more comfortably on the bed as you slowly read the words on the pages aloud.

the bard turns and watches you in the corner of his eye before he finally gives up his act and leans closer, not caring of the fact he’s literally sick

each word you spoke quietly lulled him closer and closer to sleep, his head resting against your shoulder with his hand on your arm that held the book, as your other flips each page.

it only took about ten pages before you heard soft snores and breathing from beside you, a small smile on your features as you read the book but more quietly now.

you could only hope he got better soon, you cared about his wellbeing before anything else and you hoped he knew that even as you shoved medicine in his mouth or made him have soup and crackers when he needed to eat.

Childe

now this mf

if you thought he was annoying before,,,,,, it’s worse now.

i pray that even YOU can recover during this time as well because oh boy will you have to endure the loud whines and groans he makes, or when he tries to hold you close and kiss you despite himself being sick.

now how he got sick????……. LMAOAOAOA

the night before he had tried a new recipe, something that on paper looked easy,, but after actually cooking it he realized just how difficult it truly was to make.

will never admit that you offered to help to keep him from getting himself sick. claims you never said such things and will fight you on it from where he lays in the bed.

now, after he had finished his……… cooking, he plated it for the both of you to try.

sitting in his seat at the table across from you as he watches you intently to see you try it.

OBVIOUSLY YOU DONT BWAHAHA

you take one look at the dish and a small sniff before you’re slowly pushing it away and whispering a small, “i’m not that hungry…”

he scoffs as he takes a big mouthful which you grimace at, and to your surprise he eats his entire plate of it and with a smug look on his face afterwards too.

you could only snicker at his current condition as you recall the events that led to this.

”babe, please stop looking at me like that and just lay with me.” he whined, his hand on his forehead as he looked over at you who sat on a stool with your arms crossed and a grin on your face.

”i warned you about that food y’know.” you grinned, receiving a groan in response from the ginger as he shifted and turned to face the opposite direction of you.

”yes you warned me…” he mumbled out. “now come comfort me!”

”comfort the harbinger that inflicted this on himself?” you questioned with raised brows, the male turned and eyed you with a huff before he curled up in a ball under the covers.

with a sigh in defeat you stand up and walk over to the bed, sitting down on the edge and smiling at how he turns immediately to watch you.

”Ajax, you do realize you’re sick right?” you ask with a small smile, the ginger stares at you with a confused expression for a moment.

”yes i do know that or i’d be outside fighting and winning battles right about now.” he sighed as he turned back onto his other side to face you fully again. “now lay with meeee.”

”i could get sick if i‘m too close to you, Ajax.” you giggled while Childe stared at you in thought for a moment before his blue eyes lit up and a smirk made it‘s way onto his features.

”obviously i’d take care you then! i’d be a bad boyfriend if i didn’t take care of my baby when they’re sick too.” He smirked and you groaned with a roll of your eyes.

however you let out a small yelp in surprise when you feel a pair of hands grabbing you and pulling you gently into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and holding you in place securely against him.

You repeated excuses and protests but are muffled by his shirt and his quiet shushes as he runs a hand through your hair with a sigh.

”just stay like this til i get better, yeah? then i’ll take care of you afterwards. i promise, baby.”

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[jamesdeerest]

the worst liar

pairing: remus lupin x reader

request: @blackpinkdolan asked “Can you write something with remus where the reader thinks he is cheating bc he is distancing himself and is gone on the full moon and when the reader asks him why, he gives stupid reasons (wow that was a run on sentence😂)”

notes: i had loads of fun with this request!!

warnings: smol bit of angst, swearing, mentions of cheating

word count: 1.3k

“y/n, wait up!” you looked behind you, eyebrow raised as sirius came to a halt in front of you, leaning over and panting for breath. “you,” he put a hand out, “are a hard woman to find. anyway, remus wanted me to tell you that he can’t make it today. and he’s really sorry, too. he’s.... what’s he doing... he’s ill! yes! remus is ill. anyway, bye! i have a snog waiting for me in an empty charms classroom, and, i mean, i can’t let that wait.” you just nodded, ignoring the crushing feeling in your chest as he huffed and ran off again, before turning to holly, your friend, and groaning at her glare. “don’t, holz-” 

“don’t you ‘don’t, holz’ me?! that’s the what, fourth date in a row that he’s cancelled? this isn’t fair on you, y/n. dump the flaky boy, and life will be good!” you sighed, your defense sounding feeble even to you. “i really like him, holly. you heard sirius, he’s ill.” holly snorted, shaking her head. “if you want to lie to yourself, be my guest. i still think you should dump him, anyway.” you swung your arm around holly’s shoulder, squeezing her in a side hug. “hey. if he does it again, i promise you, i’ll break it off. happy?” holly smiled at you, ruffling your hair. “i’m just looking out for you, y/n. i don’t like seeing you sad.”

you kept walking to hogsmeade, meeting up with some of your other friends on the way, but holly pulled you back. “okay number one, you’re coming to the three broomsticks with us, your day is not getting ruined by a stupid boy, and two? i’m sorry, but sirius is the shittiest liar i’ve ever seen,” she grinned, making you burst into laughter. “thanks, holz.” you said, before jumping in the nearest puddle to you, splashing muddy water all over holly’s jeans, and sprinting away cackling. “you bitch, get back here!”

you got back from hogsmeade a couple hours later, cheeks aching from laughing, and the sickly sweet taste of butterbeer still on the tip of your tongue. your good mood dissipated in seconds, however, when you saw your boyfriend, laughing too, and distinctly not ill. when he saw you, a guilty look immediately came over him, and he started to hurry over. you groaned. you just wanted to forget about earlier, and get in the shower- holly more than paid you back for earlier, and people were already eyeing you judgingly. you elbowed holly, grabbed her arm and started walking in the opposite direction to remus, ignoring his calls of your name. holly, mercifully, went along with it, and leaned in as you briskly walked. “any reason we’re like we need to pee?” 

you tried to hide your snort. “i just... don’t want to deal with remus right now. he was clearly lying earlier, and i’ve had enough? you know?” holly grinned, only walking faster. “yes, i know. i’ve been trying to tell you for months. anyways, whilst we’re speedwalking, can we speedwalk to the dorm? i need a shower.” you laughed, agreeing. “yeah, you do. full offense, holz, you stink.” she gasped, shoving you. “says you!”

about an hour later, you had finally got all the mud out your hair. once you had wrapped it up in a towel, you got on some comfy leggings and one of remus’ hoodies, quickly towel-dried your hair so it wasn’t dripping down your back, and headed off to dinner, thoroughly exhausted. plopping yourself down at the y/h table, you had only just started your mac ‘n cheese when remus tapped you on the shoulder. “hey, can we talk?” you barely looked up from your food before replying. “maybe later, i’m really tired.” remus paused, before mumbling an agreement and going back to his friends. holly grinned, squeezing your cheeks. “i love this y/n.” you shook her off, smiling, and tried to ignore the nagging feeling at the back of your head. it’s fine. you’d talk to him tomorrow.

well, a week had gone by, and you hadn’t said more than two sentences to the boy. you had tried, though, every time he was ‘busy’. funny, that. busy. you know who else seemed to be busy all the time? mary mcdonald. you hadn’t payed much attention to the mousy gryffindor before, but she sure seemed to spend a lot of time around remus. holly was positively fuming, and you couldn’t be bothered to stop her. at least you had been making an effort, but it was always ‘not right now, y/n’, ‘i’ll talk later, y/n’- the list of excuses went on and on. and last night, remus showed up to dinner with a fresh scar on his face! when you asked about it, he brushed it off as he fell down the stairs. likely story. wouldn’t be surprised if mary mcdonald gave him that, during when he was ‘busy’.

you were thoroughly miserable, and holly had had enough. this particular lunchtime, you and a couple friends were hanging around the courtyard, just chatting, when holly walked over, grabbed your arm and dragged you over to where the marauders were sitting. james saw you, paled, saw holly, paled even more, and nudged remus, who jerked upright when he saw you, stumbling over and muttering apologies. however, before you could say anything, holly whipped her hand back and slapped him, right across the face. “you, remus lupin, have some fucking nerve.” remus, bless him, just stared at holly, shocked, while you stepped in between the two. “holly, chill. i’ve got this, alright?” grudgingly, she nodded, and you dragged a stuttering remus back into the castle, and then into an empty classroom. 

perching yourself on one of the desks, you watched as remus shifted awkwardly, the silence palpable. well, you thought, go big or go home. “are you cheating on me with mary mcdonald?”

remus blanked. of all the things he’d planned for you to say, that hadn’t occurred to him. you took his silence as an agreement, and, fighting the tears that threatened to fall any minute, nodded, gulping, and stood up, walking past him. suddenly, remus’ brain turned on again, and he reached out to grab your arm, stopping you. “no. i’m not cheating on you with mary mcdonald. or anyone, for that matter.” relief flooded through you, and you returned to the desk, thinking over your next words, trying to keep composed before- fuck it. you looked up, and remus’ heart ached at your red rimmed eyes. “what’s going on, remus?” 

and just like that, all remus’ excuses that he had planned out for nights on end with peter flew out of his head. “u-um... i’m... taking ballet classes?” his eyes went wide as he realised what he said, wincing at your deadpan face. “try again, remus.”

“i’m doing graffiti in hogsmeade.” what the fuck, remus.

“i’m... training to be a pole dancer!” oh, my merlin- his thoughts cut off as you laughed, before covering your mouth. so much for being composed.

remus took a deep breath, before taking both of your hands in his own. “y/n, i’m... i’m a... i’m a werewolf.” your eyes widened, and for a second his heart stopped. you took a step back. “is that it? god, i thought you were-”

“cheating on you. i know. and i’m sorry for hiding it. i- i didn’t want you to hate me, that’s all.” your face softened, as you rushed forward to hug him. “remus, i could never hate you. so what if you go a little furry once a month? big deal.”

remus laughed, trying to ignore the tears building up. you were really something else. “well, i mean, it kind of is-” 

“remus?”

“mm?”

“shut up and kiss me.”

“yes ma’am.”

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[woodlandpoetic]

Can i sugg. A angsty one?? Maybe one where leon sleept with another woman or something like that? And then they fight ?? And it comes out he never did?? Idk i life for angst

Ohhhh more angsty stuff, yessss. Hmm, jealousy and a leap to conclusions…. we love an angsty imagine. You got it.

Also I’ve been sick with a chest cold for past couple of days, plus my back injury I’m a bit of a mess rn. I apologize for keeping you guys waiting, I didn’t expect my whole body to fail on me lmfao. IM SORRY TO KEEP YOU ALL WAITING ON YOUR REQUESTS ;-;

12pm, you haven’t heard a word from Leon since he left last night prior with an old friend of his. Lifting up your wine bottle, you poured another glass for yourself. Thinking this would keep you from constantly debating whether he’s been cheating on you or not— it just seemed to make the scenarios more overdramatized in your brain. Lifting up the glass to your lips, you took a swig— feeling your cat brush up against your arm.

“What if he is cheating on me, Cheshire?” Your cat sat on the center counter, watching you lean tipsily. Your cat titled it’s head, “He went out with that.. friend. And he’s told me she has feelings for him… but how she ‘understands he’s happy with who he’s with’ ugh.” You scoffed, taking another sip. Your cat just stared at you, his bright yellow eyes shinning from his black fur. “You get what I mean, right Chesh?” Cheshire didn’t do much, he just nudged his head against yours. He could tell you were stressed and worried, but at least he was a good listener. “Yeah, you do. My little baby.” Baby talking your cat, you rubbed your face on him— snuggling up to him.

Cheshire’s head popped up suddenly, eyeing the front door. You sluggishly lifted your head,

“What? There’s nobody th—“

The door slowly opened, you saw Leon walking in from behind the door. You could tell he’d been drinking, but not as bad as he used to be. You didn’t move, staying still your cat sat beside your wine glass— eyeing him as he tossed his jacket onto the sofa.

Looking over at Cheshire, you nudged him.

“Go. Don’t let him know I’m here.” Leaning closely to your feline friend, he leaped off the counter as he happily walked over to Leon’s feet. Quietly making your way to the other side of the counter, you turned one of the stools around— crossing your legs in that old fashioned stance.

You’re in deep shit, stance.

You watched Leon pick up Cheshire, holding him in his arms as he scratched his head.

“Where’s your mother?” Cheshire meowed, leaping from his arms as he walked back to you— causing him to turn and face you.

“Oohhh….” His voice trailed off, noticing the whole energy you were giving off by the way you presented yourself. Cheshire jumped back onto your lap, sitting forward to face Leon as well— he really took after his momma.

“Man, you’re awfully late.” You sneered, your jealousy shined brighter than your cocky stance. Leon sighed, he already knew where this was going without even giving it another thought.

“If you’re thinking I even—“

“Now why would I assume that?” You disagreed, he just stood there looking at you. Figures, he didn’t believe you— but it was worth a shot.

“I can tell by the way you’re sitting, {Y/N.}” He muttered, both of you being slightly inebriated wasn’t settling the sudden spark of assumption in your mind.

“Sooo, where did you guys go?” You scoffed, he eyed you closely— keeping his distance from you. Although it wasn’t much, about a foot or so away from one another.

“All we did was have a couple drinks at her place, and caught up on some lost time. Really?” He countered, but something hit you the wrong way.

“You were at her place?” Your gut sank, placing your glass on the counter. Now your cheating scenarios became more and more realistic, causing your tipsy emotions to take control of your common sense. You knew things were about to get ugly, but your sudden break in trust made you think otherwise.

“No, {Y/N.} Not like that.” His face read guilt in your eyes, although he just felt guilty for the way he worded it. He knew you struggled with trust issues, and drinking didn’t much help with that either. But, you felt yourself start to crumble little by little— as much as you tried fighting back with yourself with the little sobriety you had left.

“How am I suppose to take that?” You fumed, “You spent a whole night with this—this girl! The same one you told me has feelings for you!” Taken back by your sudden raised tone, he stepped closer to you— starting to get annoyed himself.

“What do you think I did, {Y/N}?! Go ahead, tell me!” He retaliated, your teeth clenched as you stood up from your seat.

“I’d rather not think about what you did.” You retorted, Leon staring at you in disbelief. Silence filled between you two, only raising your panic-induced anger at him coming home a day after going out.

Instead of saying another word, you walked past him towards your bedroom. Your eyes filled with tears, you felt as if your fears were proven right just by his sudden defensive stance. He was gone all night, with this girl, who was obviously very fond of him and you knew that, and just the thought of him being at her house all that time— your stomach twisted so tightly you felt nauseated.

“I hope it was fucking worth it.” You seethed, not even realizing Leon was following behind you the whole time— trying to get a hold of you.

“Dammit, {Y/N}!” He roared, grabbing your arm. Not angrily, but with purpose. He wanted you to stop walking away from him. Turning you completely around, he immediately pulled you to him— leaning down to you.

“Leon—!—mmnn—“

He didn’t give you a solid second to finish your words, locking you in a passionate kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed, he let go of your arm— allowing you to reach up to run your fingers through his hair.

“Did you?” You breathed, pulling back slightly. “Did you sleep with her?”

“No.” His voice was raspy, locking eyes with you. Pulling you up against him, “I love you, {Y/N.} Nobody could steal your throne in my life, you know that.” A shiver fell down your back, “I love you.” Gasping at the sudden pull against him, your eyes grabbing for one another.

“I’m not finished with you yet, though.” You cajoled, your nails gently gliding down his neck to the opening in his shirt.

“Get over here, then.” He purred, pulling you down onto the sofa.

[myinnerwasteland]

Fuck

I hate my mum so fucking much. I shouldn't but I feel it. I’m just so fucking mad because she’s she. I fucking fuck o my god I just arghhhhhgggggfhshgskwwj fucking ARGHHGGGGGGGGHHHHHH the fuck she make me do things? Why the fuck does whatever she say to me piss me off this much. I don’t give a shit about her words and constant nonsense about the same shit okay! And why the fuck does she drag something on for so long?! You can always always always fucking see I’m in the middle of some shit. Whether it’s tv or fucking all set to leave the house. Yet you’ll fucking talk and keep me from it. And I always try so fucking hard to just stand or sit there and hear your fucking shit I don't wanna hear. I don’t listen. I just hear bc that’s all I can naturally do. Seriously the shit she talks about with me doesn’t ever interest me and Ive no energy or will for it. I just wanna go on about my life and never be stopped for a minute. I have my own wars beefing me in here already. I barely fucking watch tv either. Today’s my day off in like absolute fucking ages. I hadn’t spent a day at home for weeks and she's out here talking on the phone needing the tv volume low and being her usual loud on the phone and I can’t hear shit on the tv? but when she watches tv were not allowed to make a fucking sound? only double standards from this woman aggravate me on a level as high as this. Later she even hoovers in the same room for 15 fucking minutes, are you dumb? It’s not a fucking mile long mate why take that long I'm building all this shit load of adrenaline and already fuming after 5 minutes of her presence with this clutter. I watched her the whole time instead bc she was blocking the fucking tv and sound with the bloody Hoover noise so I was forced to see all this instead. All I wanted was to watch this single programme man. that's all. it may not matter in 2 days or 5 years but I wanted this, for now, for the moment I desired this. So tell my why tf does it take that long to Hoover this small space in our living room? I swear the longer she took outside of 5 minutes pissed me the fucck offf and I was just there sitting, building samosas and fuming. I really couldn't help it. this part of my life everything made my blood boil. my mother was sitting at top throne of that fucking trigger mate. Fucking hell the way I always hold shit in with her just takes me soo mad I can’t even explain. All my nerves will explode and I could die. 

My fucking 7 year old shit of a little cunt sister pissed me off as well too. Several times today. I was watching tv during the time my mum made me come down and make somosas while she was also talking on the phone like I said. I wanted her to just leave bc I couldn’t hear the tv and she also made us minimise the volume. The fucking nerve. Anyway I make her leave when there’s not much left to do with the somosas now. I switch to the plus one channel bc I wanna watch the whole royal programme again hearing every word of it and I can get what I wanted out of today finally. But noooooo now this little cunt who refused to leave the room now too kept making a million loud and unnecessary fucking noises and I was just so astonished at how she was so capable at making so many annoying sounds with her presence. How can she make that much noise in front of my eyes and why were they so heightened. They were bangs and shuffles and paper crunch and jar closing noises. Like I told her several times nicely to stop! I can’t hear the tv. And already bc I have to speak out to her underdeveloped brain I was again missing the programme. 

Mums in my room now calmly, like usual utters make sure you put it blah blah so they don’t end up somehow back in the dirty laundry and omdssss it was like bitch why the fuck are you even talking since you came up. I’m mad rn and you’re bursting my fucking bubble again. I was hanging on by a fucking thread and could have gone to bed mad with all that shit I was feeling about her but noooo she came up talking in such a calm manner while I'm so mad and dying the fuck inside. And calm talk when I’m fucking mad coming from the person I’m mad at and especially from my mother again pisses me of like a knife to the gut. My anger and level of resentment it ain’t normal so don’t tp me over the fucking edge but ya did didn't ya! these days breathing even pisses me off so imagine my mother fs. Anyways she now says to me in a subtle manner don’t be angry and just like that, I’ve lost it. I just said something automatically back. I said WHY YOU ALWAYS IN MY STUFF she goes.. who? I say YOUUUU, DONT EVER TOUCH MY SHIT AND STAY OUT IF IT WHY YOU ALWAYS TOUCHING IT AND DONT EVER TOUCH WHATVER IS MINE IN MY ROOM AGAIN Like I’m so mad man bc wtf when I entered my room beforehand I knew instantly shit was touched. My resentment mingled with emotions of anger is mega mega heavy when my shits touched by anyone. Especially this little shit and my mum bc that’s when shit goes missing, things are mistaken for rubbish and then things are misplaced. I don’t like that shit. I don’t. I don’t like it. It pisses me off in a different way. Do not touch my shit. Like noooo I don’t carrrreeee, if you think it’s rubbish I don’t caaaree leavveeeeee it motherfuckering alooooneeee. I don’t care if there’s a dead rat laying in the centre of my room. Do. not. fucking. move. it. My mum yeah comes in and does what she likes. I noticed some things that were different from last I saw it and something that didn’t mean much that I kept she threw away the other day and I picked it up again bc I could have added it to a rubbish collection of mine and today it’s gone again. Are you dumbbbbbb when I noticed that amongst a couple other things like earlier she had my sibling bring down a handful of my Nike socks to put in the wash FUCK SAKE what? Fuckk off now, no! Do nooot dooo that! OMDS fs I was so mad and agitated I don’t like it man like I don’t I could cry. I can’t tell you why it deeply bothers me but it does so please do not touch my shit fucking hell! I don’t care if it’s dirty. I’ll handle it bc I literally decide when to take it down for a wash and until I make that decision and you done it for me? no that's not okay. idk why I get this deep angered feeling man but just fuck off. Then a mention from her the other day saying why do I keep my room so junked with condiments shoved with shit inside, like keep less. And that came about in my head during all this madness so that added to today’s events and why in a burst of anger I said why do you touch my stuff etcetera. She never said nothing and just went down because she knew I was mad now. To her over nothing but to me over fucking everything. It’s a whole days worth of built up anger man and I don’t have the will to go on telling you everything on why I’m mad toward you bc I’ll breakdown form it all and I really don’t want to bc you happen to be my fucking mother and I don’t like later regretting the very true shit I’d say in this state. But it kills not to as I  bottle it up and feel the pain of these unsaid things. better me than you though. 

I balled my eyes out just before writing all this bc I was angry I could not. Got that fucking pain in my neck from holding back the cry. Like reading through it sounds like why did I get so mad and cry about it all. But it was a whole days worth of built up anger and other little things through out so I stood there then in my room for a moment then with all the anger and mean words inside me that I wanted to say out loud that I couldn’t therefore didn’t. I was just feeling it all. Then my dad came up saying whats up, am I mad and stuff like tell me. I kept saying nothing and that each time he said something to me. Bc obviously he heard my tantrum thrown at my mum. Heck the whole house heard. I didn’t scream or yell thaaat loud but it was me in the house who was being angry and throwing a fit today. So yeah after dad left my room door almost closed I sat and I cried silently. I just hate so many things about my mum man. I don’t even think hate is the right word. I just don't wanna be her anything. She is what makes me tick most. The things she says to me about all things and even about me. Like I don’t care. I don’t want to hear it. If I hear it I just get mad I don’t get hurt. or maybe I do get hurt and subliminal ignore the hurt and instantaneously replace it with emotion of severe anger with a lot of resentment. Like it just bothers me I can’t be myself bc she’ll throw the biggest fit and occasionally cry bc you’ll feel so shameful of your daughter being anyway that you don’t want or approve of. Like that’s why i hide so much of me already and have to leave the house before she catches a glimpse of me and come home making sure the same thing. I tread carefully around my mum bc she will throw the ugliest and meanest fits that I cannot allow her to feel or cause vibes in the house bc of. Like it’s too much. So if there’s anything I can do to help that than I will hide and be who I am. It’s all so complicated man. last thing I did was get up before getting in bed and slam my door shut so she can hear know I'm maaaad. it felt good. Hope it have her a shock. 

Like idek why I run to my blog. I just had to let it all out somewhere and I hadn’t cried in forever so that was something.

I’m fucking hungry too. I barely ever eat and there’s nothing to eat. Nothing appetises me at all

Fuck I still feel shit